A Farm Girl: Three Acres of Fertile Land Can Be Exchanged for a Country

Being with someone with high martial arts skills is terrifying... Wutong went to wash the dishes, feeling that she had to treat him better in the future, otherwise she might have to rely on others to feed her for the rest of her life.

Xu Yun's indifference was more rigid than expected, almost unbreakable.

During this period, he took advantage of the season to collect medicinal herbs, saving them for next year. He would leave early and return late every day, passing by them.

But they never paid any attention to them, as if they couldn't see them at all.

Wenxin tried to get closer to him several times, but each time he failed; Xuyun simply wouldn't talk to him.

Every day when Wutong woke up and went to sleep, she silently counted the days in her heart and found that the two of them had been on the mountain for five or six days. Although there were supplies in the cellar on the mountain and they had no worries about food and drink, who knew if Xuyun would agree to save Duan Fufeng if they continued to stay.

One day, she took out the scripture and asked Wenxin to take it with her.

After Wenxin left, she waited anxiously, knowing that this was their last chance.

If Xu Yun still disagrees, then on the way back she might have to remind Li Deming to prepare for the funeral.

Wenxin didn't return for a long time this time. Wutong was so excited that her eyes were wide open. As soon as she saw him, she got up and ran over.

"So? Did he accept it?"

Wenxin looked apologetic, shook his head, and held the book in his hand.

Wutong's heart sank to the bottom. She looked around in a daze, her gaze finally settling on Duan Fufeng.

His clothes were changed by Wutong before he climbed Fudomo Peak, and they are still spotless. Wutong also takes care of his hair, washing it every day, keeping him clean from head to toe.

The grass in front of Hanshan Temple had withered. He lay on the brown grass dressed in black, as if he had not fainted, but was quietly asleep.

It's unimaginable that such a person could die little by little right before her eyes...

Where would he wish to be on the day he dies? In the Central Plains Imperial Palace or Lingyun Mansion?

The palace had never been kind to him; he probably still preferred Lingyun Prefecture. Wutong thought for a moment, then turned to Wenxin and said, "I want to go down the mountain."

Wen Xin remained silent.

Aren't you going to save him?

"We won't save him." Wutong's voice was low and hoarse as she murmured, "Xuyun won't agree anyway. Rather than wasting time here, we should send him back to the Southern Frontier and give him a proper burial."

The rival in love is about to die, which should be a good thing, but Wenxin is not happy at all.

He didn't even want to support Wutong's decision, because he knew how negative she would be if Duan Fufeng completely lost the chance to wake up once they went down the mountain.

“I think… we can wait a little longer. After all, we’ve come all the way from Chuanzhou, we can’t give up so easily.” Seeing that she didn’t change her expression, Wenxin said, “Besides, look at the sky, it will be dark soon, and we won’t be able to get him down the mountain. If you really want to leave, we can set off tomorrow.”

Wutong then realized that it was already evening.

As she waited day after day, she almost forgot about time, and all she knew was to eat and sleep numbly.

She agreed to stay and wait one more night.

Dinner was still thin porridge. Food was hard to come by on the mountain, so to save some money, only two pieces of radish were put in the porridge. It was agreed that each person would have one piece, but once they started eating, no one wanted to pick up their chopsticks. They kept pushing and shoving, and in the end, Duan Fufeng was fed the radish.

Not long after dinner, Xu Yun, who had been gathering herbs, returned.

They began watching him from afar, but he kept his eyes straight ahead, like a statue that could walk but could not bow its head, as he passed in front of them and entered the temple.

The temple gate was never locked; when he went out, he would only close the gate and stick a pine branch out.

The temple contained the herbs he used daily; if he had a way to save Duan Fufeng, he would definitely have used these herbs.

Wen Xin had considered sneaking into the temple to get the medicine while he was away. Unfortunately, he had followed him for over twenty years and only knew how to collect and grind herbs, but didn't know how to use them.

As night deepened, the mountaintop was illuminated by the silvery moonlight, as if coated with a layer of frost.

Wenxin closed her eyes to rest early on. Since she planned to go down the mountain tomorrow, she needed to conserve her energy as soon as possible.

In his sleep, he seemed to hear Wutong's voice. When he opened his eyes, he saw Wutong kneeling not far away, holding Duan Fufeng in her arms.

"Don't move...don't move..."

Duan Fufeng was convulsing again, and what was even more terrifying than before was that this time his convulsions were extremely weak, as if he were about to suffocate at any moment.

Blood was gushing out in large gulps, as if someone had kicked and shattered his internal organs.

As the blood flowed, his already pale face became even paler, and his lips were completely bloodless, as white as a sheet of paper.

Wutong couldn't make him stop, so she could only hug him tightly, hoping that this would make him more comfortable and warmer.

After a long while, Duan Fufeng finally stopped moving. He lay weakly in Wutong's arms, his breath barely perceptible.

Wutong had no time to care about her last set of clothes, which were soaked with blood. She touched his face with the back of her hand, wanting to check his breath and body temperature.

However, what had just happened terrified her. She felt that she might lose Duan Fufeng if she wasn't careful. Her hands were still trembling. She tried for a long time but couldn't get a temperature reading. Instead, she smeared blood all over her face.

Wenxin walked over, squatted down, and said, "Let me do it."

He took Duan Fufeng's hand and checked his pulse. His skin felt icy cold, not the kind of coldness you get from the wind, but a coldness that came from within.

The pulse was very weak and slow, like a horse that had run itself to exhaustion and could collapse at any moment.

"How is it?" Wutong asked nervously.

Wenxin lowered his hand, shook his head, and looked stern.

"The situation is not optimistic."

Upon hearing this, Wutong did not break down; instead, she calmed herself down... but the situation was not optimistic; she was not dead yet.

When the expectations are so bad that she feels fortunate no matter what she hears.

With no clothes to change into, she could only let it get dirty. Wutong sat under the tree, half-embracing Duan Fufeng's head. Wenxin was right next to her, neither sleeping nor speaking, silently watching the moon.

Wutong used the clean part of her sleeve to wipe Duan Fufeng's face. As she wiped, she couldn't help but ask, "Are you coming with me tomorrow?"

The answer from the heart is unquestionable: "I will not leave you alone."

Wutong lowered her head and said, "I'm not that pitiful... I have the mountain, I have Adan, and I have..."

“But none of them will take care of you,” Wenxin interrupted her. “And you certainly won’t take care of yourself.”

Wutong smiled guiltily and said nothing more.

The night before they returned, they couldn't sleep, watching helplessly as the sky turned from dark to light.

It's late autumn, and the mountain air is thick with moisture. Fog begins to rise in the morning. Thick, white fog vaguely shrouds every mountain peak, and looking down from the highest peak, Immovable Peak, it feels like being in heaven. It's as if one could ride the clouds with a mere thought.

The scenery was indescribably beautiful. When Wutong opened her eyes, she looked at it for a while, then turned her head and asked, "Shall we go?"

Wenxin nodded and stood up.

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